The last 2 weeks have been a volatile blend of monsoon weather, wild swings in temperature and the odd burst of rip snorting winds. But it’s the rain that’s got to me the most. I’m not a fair weather rider and fully prepared to tough out inclement Welsh conditions, but holey moley – it’s been bloody wet. The relentless deluge does drive some (but just some) of the fun out of cycling.
This has gotten me all cape-curious. Could it be the panacea to those saturation woes? Over a 100 years of use suggests there’s something in it and frankly, those gore-tex manufacturers are making claims that are difficult to support when the weather gods lob a bucket over you. After all, can you imagine Batman getting wet on a bike? No. Me neither.
What’s good for Bruce Wayne is good for me (aside from fronting up to crime barons which is incredibly time-consuming, reduces ride time and batters the wallet). So I’ve had a little look at caped use on the web. I fancy the Carradice number, but I’m aware of a cape’s image destroying capabilities. Is that important? Probably not. When you’re headed to a meeting, laptop tucked into a classy messenger bag and trying to appear moderately respectable, disparaging glares from über racers are the least of your concerns. Just ask Yahuda Moon if you don’t believe me.